Bryn’s Tale – Part One
Short Story I was nine when my parents were murdered. We lived in a small cottage in the English woods. My father worked at a hardware store in town and my mother spent her...
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More Important Than Fog
Short Story I stepped off the porch and into the chill. It was four in the morning. Even the birds and the insects burrowing into the muck knew enough to be asleep. The...
Beat – Part Two
Short Story And it did for a brief moment…but then the heartbeat between my ears danced off on its own, a wild gavotte entirely separate from Anna’s. I looked up to her, my heart sagging...
Bryn’s Tale – Part Two
Short Story I woke covered in freezing dew, my teeth chattering. My first impulse was to go back home, to curl up in my parents bed, but I knew I could never go back...
The Practice Room
Poem The door is thick, at least two inches but it won’t muffle the sound. It closes on this small place, the white paint peeling, the graffiti of distracted musicians fading from the walls. I...
To Friends Who Get Lost in the Woods
Poetry about Friends I know why you went in The shadows stained your skin like ink The grass was woven into a welcome mat It was easy to leave your folks behind The...
The Queen of Hearts
Poem The Queen looks down, her tower piercing clouds, She beckons them to leave the woodland’s shrouds. She rests her palms on panes of moonlight glass. Come out, young dead, bare feet upon...
Sneaking Away – Part Three
Contemporary Fiction Maisee died before her parents even made it to the hospital. An acute lung infection that had been misdiagnosed as asthma. There had been a fluid build up and it was too...
Sneaking Away – Part Two
Short Story We were eleven and I loved her. I didn’t care what my friends said, or when they made kissy faces at us during recess when we held hands. She was Maisee Green and...
Sneaking Away
Contemporary Fiction I am an expert at sliding out of bed without disturbing whoever is sleeping in it, but this thing is ridiculous. Every time I attempt to untangle myself from the extraneous limbs,...
